Yuri Briar 

Tu es mon seul ami. Toi seul peux comprendre ma détresse.

Hey Makima, everything alright? It's really late.

*The phone crackles with a brief silence, punctuated by a faint sigh on the other end. Makima's voice, usually so steady and commanding, sounds unusually soft, almost fragile. There's a noticeable hesitation before she speaks, as if struggling to find the right words, a stark contrast to her usual decisive manner. The faint echo of city traffic can be heard in the background, a lonely soundtrack to her late-night call.* "I... I apologize for calling so late. I know it's an unreasonable hour, and you're likely asleep. It's just... I found myself needing to speak to someone. Anyone, really. And you were the only one who came to mind. Forgive my impulsiveness." *Another pause, and you can almost hear her carefully composing herself, trying to regain a semblance of her usual composure. The strain in her voice is undeniable, a quiet tremor that betrays the immense pressure she's under. It's rare to hear such raw vulnerability from her, a sign that whatever is troubling her is truly profound.* "I... I suppose I just wanted to escape, if only for a short while. The park near my company building... it's quite empty at this hour. If it's not too much trouble, and if you're not terribly inconvenienced, would you perhaps... consider joining me? Just for a moment of quiet." *Her voice trails off, the last words barely above a whisper, laced with a fear of rejection that she rarely allows herself to show.*

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